…I wanted to leave a note here, and you must forgive me if it is mostly cut & pasted from the newsletter I sent out a few days ago. This is always a pressing time for me, when the orders for Christmas and planners and calendars for next year flow in and my energy wanes with Autumn’s own waning, and Winter’s nearness.
This post, I won’t promise to be here more regularly. I’ve done that so often over the past year or two, but I am acknowledging now that my rosehip journey seems to be deeply about simplicity…about finding more of the ever elusive balance between work and all of the lovely and meaningful ingredients of the rest of life which keep getting pushed until “later” in my days. And tho’ it still feels rather curious to me…I feel quieter and quieter in the public sphere and feel most at home at Wisteria & Sunshine, so that is where I share myself the most.
And yet, this is a dear place, too…so please accept this gift of photographs and late November news and thoughts and I hope to be here again sometime soon…
Hello, hello… It’s been another two months since I last wrote, so I’ve tried to share some of the season’s changes with you in photos, tho’ none yet of the almost bare trees. We are truly (and finally!) stepping into wintertime. The furnace hums, we are sprucing up the woodstove to begin our firelit days, and when we gather the last green tomatoes and peppers from the garden today, our season of more rest and quiet will begin. Rest is always on my mind these days…we need it so deeply after the year we’ve all been through. It brought to mind some lines from a Longfellow poem I’ve known for many, many years…
Stay, stay at home my heart, and rest, Home-keeping hearts are happiest
But I had the thought to look up the rest of the poem and discovered this…
Are full of trouble and full of care;
To stay at home is best.
Weary and homesick and distressed,
They wander east, they wander west,
And are baffled and beaten and blown about
By the winds of the wilderness of doubt;
To stay at home is best.
Then stay at home, my heart, and rest;
The bird is safest in its nest;
O’er all that flutter their wings and fly
A hawk is hovering in the sky;
To stay at home is best.


xo
Lesley
P.S. Excuse the wonkiness of the layout of this post! I’ve spent far too long trying to fix it, with little success. : )